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5/18/2005

 
orange sky
paints an alibi
tan your skin
when asked
where you've been
you can say
under no weight of guilt
and not be lying

at the beach

i was paler
before
now my complexion
is better
than ever
and i'm not guilty
so set me free

i've been in lock down
i've been locked down
outside
in plain view
in light of everything
i ever knew
stealing freedom's
what you do
it's your thing
so flap those wings

bird girl

won't you go
to the beach with me
i'll feed you bread crumbs
you can fly
and i will run

and we can swim together

love
between a man and a bird
is not the squawking you've heard
i loved her

i was at the beach
she flew out of my reach
and that was that
i didn't want to tell you
because i was embarrassed
and you'd turn your nose for sure

don't give me guilt
i'm not due it
i always wanted to fly
and i admired that in her
she sang me songs
i fed the bird
closer than ever
i had been to you

so i'm sorry
if you don't believe me
but remember this
when my skin is peeling

and do i look like the kind
who'd meet real girls
in high tide
i'd hope you'd know me better

i was at the beach.